I was born to be with you
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Writers: Corrin
Date Posted: 16th February 2026
Characters: M'kadja
Description: M’kadja finds his match on the sands…
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 13, day 20 of Turn 12
It was a dark day. The sun had set and a cold rain pummeled the Weyr, the heavy black clouds choking out any hope of moonlight. It was a dark day-- but for Akadja, the world had never seemed more brilliant.
Two bronze dragonets faced off before him on the hatching sands, gleaming in the cavern heat, slick with the remnants of shell and birth. They circled, posturing and striking, clumsy in motion yet fierce in intent, wings flared and legs shaking. The smell of wet hide and hot sand filled Akadja’s lungs as he took in the awe-some sight. The noise of the stands faded, distant as the thunder.
He hadn’t gone to them. He hadn't had time.
They had come to him.
Could a man Impress two dragons?
The thought came and went, wild and fleeting. It was clear as the hatchlings fought that sharing was not an option. Akadja recognized the stubbornness in their stance. Human or dragon, there were moments when there was just no compromise. That suited him just fine. He didn't want both. He wanted the best, the strongest.
He wanted--
It was over. The smaller, smokey bronze slunk off. Akadja didn't see what boy received him, he didn't have time to, because in that instant the radiant bronze victor turned-- and Akadja’s world narrowed down to the blazing presence before him.
He had been told Impression was all things good. Warmth. Safety. Comfort.
What struck him first was terror as those whirling eyes burned into him and saw him for what he was. Akadja had no defenses for this. No clever scheme or practiced lies. He’d worked so hard for this moment. He’d studied and planned and plotted how best to ensnare a bronze, but in that instant he _knew_ the dragon didn’t care for the white robes he’d earned or the raw steak he’d surreptitiously washed his hands with. The dragon could see every trick up his sleeve, every dark deed and darker thought. Every inch of himself that he had honed sharp and ugly to cut his way through the world.
He braced for judgment, spine straightening, chin lifting. Belligerent. Bewildered. Defiantly proud.
Increasingly proud.
Exceedingly proud.
He didn't know when it happened, but then the pride was no longer solely his own. It flared through him, hot and bright, foreign and familiar. The dragon had seen him, every scar and sin, and had not turned away. He was proud of Akadja and all that he was. He claimed and completed him and the nascent bond roared to life.
}: That's how it's done, Akadja. :{ The voice rang out, clarion clear, as the bronze preened over his perceived victory. }: But you, unlike them, recognize strength when you see it. :{
“Melciroth…“ Akadja whispered, sinking to his knees as he breathed into being the name that sang in his heart. Nothing had ever felt so right. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Last updated on the February 28th 2026